Raven's Roost

That life is a struggle, there's no denying when the distance between light and dark is just one misstep across the boundary line Problematic for mankind since time began Prompted by the reminder of crows flying I have need to heed his words in the great book There's truth there to find courage and strength Armor and shield to prepare me for the fight In chapter and verse I found it when I searched for the way out, a way to escape the sea of madness I pray not to get lost in the dark swells I abhor It's the only way to assure my soul's salvation Ravens roost there, in a forest of leafless trees where damnation spills its virulent seeds There, in the shadows of the valley of death— like carrion for the picking, is how they see me Blackguard avians wanting to spread their disease Beady eyes following me as I walk through the mist Waiting like vultures for me to take my last breath To save myself from plight of battle and eternal death I pray to defeat the demons crying out for me, concentrate on the consciousness of mind over matter and denounce the thought of "What will be, will be." I must avoid the darkness for in its shadows, sings the ruthless caws of ravens, fluttering their black wings I've come to despise the sound of their beastly cries Behind me the sound arises again, that baleful cawing and ominous sight; the murder of crows taking flight Overhead, they squawk a challenge with talons clawing but I will face the soulless demons that tyrannise me To their offers of temptation, I vow never to succumb for a sin it would be to forsake my will to remain free